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All that heaving hissing metal, brings joy to the heart of the daughter of an engineer and the son of a train driver.

But none of it is actually heaving and hissing, the displays are mostly static, which you can no doubt tell from the pristine blackness and shiny brass bits.

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  1. MartinaMarch 3, 2012 at 7:35 AM

    ... and the cobwebs ... ;-)

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  2. DianneMarch 3, 2012 at 7:45 AM

    Wonderful bottom pic Joan, with that lovely coppery/bronze patina. Cobwebs are such intricate works of art woven with much attention to detail ... I always feel a tinge of regret when I disturb one.

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  3. WinamMarch 3, 2012 at 7:58 AM

    They are works of art when static, and theatre when in motion I would think.

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  4. WinamMarch 3, 2012 at 7:59 AM

    They are works of art when static, and theatre when in motion I would think.

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  5. JulieMarch 3, 2012 at 9:26 AM

    Martina beat me to it! I knew your father was an engineer, but fascinating to know that Ian's father was a train driver. You both need to go down to Goulburn ...

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    1. Joan ElizabethMarch 3, 2012 at 9:52 AM

      Train driver, tram driver then refrigeration engineer at a meat factory. What's at Goulburn?

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    2. JulieMarch 10, 2012 at 8:49 PM

      A train museum and working turntable. I only know because Bruce Casperson waxed lyrical about it. I have not been myself.

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  6. diane bMarch 3, 2012 at 5:49 PM

    Refrigeration engineers often work closely with air conditioning engineers like MOM (My Old Man). Love the colours in the last shot. I have pics of train wheels but have never posted them. You give me inspiration.

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  7. Red Nomad OZMarch 3, 2012 at 6:35 PM

    I see I'm not the only one who noticed the cobwebs ...

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